That night, the underground server logged forty-seven simultaneous toggles. Mechs flickered between forms like digital shapeshifters. The Purger tried to keep up, but the toggles were too fast—every time it identified one configuration, the racer had already switched.
The tablet hummed. Above, a surveillance drone pivoted. Kael’s heart pounded.
An alert flashed: "Unauthorized code detected. The Purger is en route."